I Got Transferred to a World Where Chastity Is Reversed, and Even Though I Just Pretended to Be Innocent and Treated People Kindly, I Got Worshipped Like a “God” and Overwhelmed With Love ~At an Academy With a Gender Ratio of 1:1000, It Would Be Really Bad If They Found Out I’m Actually Insanely Stacked~ - Chapter 01: The Boundary Line Was the Terminal Station

Chapter 01: The Boundary Line Was the Terminal Station

“…Alright, I’m good on time. Let’s do this.”

Naoto didn’t bother checking the mirror as he sharply straightened the collar of his brand-new uniform.

Today marked the start of his high school life.

His middle school best friends, Yamada and Takahashi, were going to the same school. They were supposed to meet at the station nearest the school, joke around like idiots, and walk through the school gates together—that kind of “normal, everyday life” was supposed to continue.

A transfer at a terminal station.

He had already passed through here several times for school orientations and entrance exams, so his steps were confident as he hopped onto the train waiting on the opposite platform.

But the instant the automatic doors slid shut, an unexplainable sense of wrongness washed over him.

(…Huh? What is this? The air feels… weirdly sweet.)

On a normal commuter train, there should’ve been the stale smell of sweaty middle-aged men mixed with that suffocating old-man stench.

Instead, the carriage was filled with the scent of shampoo like a spring breeze, blended with rich, floral fabric softener.

Naoto lifted his head—and froze.

From one end of the car to the other, everything in his field of vision was women.

High school girls. Office ladies. Elegant older women.

And not just that—every single one of them was beautiful enough that he’d believe it if someone said they were magazine models.

Those women were all staring at him at once—with heated eyes, like carnivorous beasts locking onto their prey.

(W-What the hell!? Did I get on a women-only car by mistake!?)

Panicking, he checked the signs on the doors—but there was no such sticker anywhere.

The train started moving, and with the insane crowding, the distance between bodies dropped to zero.

Something soft pressed against his back.

Smooth, supple skin brushed against his arm.

(This is bad…! If my hand even slips a little in this situation, my life is over!)

The survival instinct drilled into him as a modern Japanese high school boy—avoid false accusations at all costs—kicked in.

In a split second, Naoto raised both hands high, as if declaring I will not resist in any way, and gripped the hanging strap tightly.

That was when it happened.

[Attention, the train will make an emergency stop.]

At the same time as the emotionless announcement, a violent jolt shook the car.

“Ah—kyah…!?”

The small high school girl standing right in front of Naoto lost her balance.

(Whoa there!)

Without thinking, Naoto released the strap with his left hand and pulled her close by the shoulder.

At the same time, he shifted his body, cushioning her so she wouldn’t slam into the wall.

“…Hah. You okay? You’re not hurt, right?”

The girl who fit perfectly into Naoto’s arms looked like a small animal, with fluffy chestnut-colored bobbed hair that made her seem adorably soft.

When she looked up at him, her slightly drooping eyes were wide with surprise—moist, and the kind that made you want to protect her.

From her petite frame—so small she couldn’t even reach the hanging strap—came a faint, milky sweetness, like cotton candy warmed by the sun.

Worried about her, Naoto spoke in the gentlest voice he could manage.

“Since it might shake again… you can grab the hem of my jacket. Or my arm, if you want. Only if you’re okay with it, though.”

The moment he said that, short, sharp gasps—almost like tiny screams—leaked out from all around the carriage.

(…Huh? Did I say something bad just now!?)

Ignoring Naoto’s rising anxiety, the girl’s face turned bright red, like a ripe apple, and with trembling hands, she tightly clutched his sleeve.

“W-What is with this guy…? He doesn’t get mad when touched—he’s even offering himself…?”

“This can’t be real… holy mother… oh, no, holy father…”

“I’d pay a hundred million yen just to grab that sleeve…!”

Naoto still had no idea that the gazes of the women around him were shifting—from simple curiosity to something dangerously close to madness.

…

As Naoto stood in front of the seats, the woman sitting directly before him suddenly stood up.

She was a beautiful woman in a sharp, model-like business suit, with cool, refined eyes that slanted upward.

Her glossy black hair was styled half-up, and she had been touching up her makeup—but the instant she noticed Naoto, she sprang to her feet as if struck by lightning.

“E-Excuse me! P-Please! Take this seat!!”

“Huh? No, I’m fine. I’m a guy, so—”

“Not at all! Someone as precious as you standing is a loss to the nation itself! Please!”

(A loss… to the nation!?)

Overwhelmed by her sheer intensity, Naoto hesitated for a moment—then, still confused, offered the seat to the small girl instead.

“I really appreciate you giving up your seat, but… if it shakes again, it could be dangerous. So, why don’t you sit down?”

She stared at him with a completely stunned expression.

(…Huh? A guy giving up his seat for a girl? Am I dreaming right now?)

Feeling the intense gaze from the woman in the suit as well, Naoto tried again to offer the seat to the small high school girl still clutching his uniform.

But she shook her head stubbornly, her face filled with quiet sadness, and refused.

(If I sit down, I won’t be able to grab this boy’s clothes anymore. I don’t want that!)

Some time passed, but the girl didn’t move at all.

Left with no choice, Naoto decided to sit down himself, thinking it wouldn’t be right to waste the goodwill of the woman in the suit.

For the record, the small high school girl was still holding onto his clothes.

After the train rocked along for a while, another high school girl sitting beside him began to nod off.

With a soft thump, she leaned her head against Naoto’s shoulder.

She was a refined-looking girl with crystal-clear pale skin and long, silky hair tinted a light lavender, giving off a calm and graceful air.

Her sleeping face—eyes closed, straight nose, and long, thick eyelashes casting shadows—looked almost like a finely crafted doll.

From her drifted a clean soap scent, like freshly washed sheets, mixed with a light citrus shampoo.

(Oh—she fell asleep… Wow, she smells really nice. And she’s really beautiful… She must be tired. I’ll just let her sleep.)

Naoto felt her body warmth against his shoulder, and as the sweet scent tickled his nose, he threw a mental Lucky! fist pump.

So she could sleep more comfortably, he slightly adjusted the angle of his shoulder.

Even back in his original world, Naoto had never been the type who could ignore someone in trouble.

On top of that, he very much possessed the average sex drive of a high school boy—in other words, monkey-level.

With zero immunity to girls, he desperately struggled to suppress the way his crotch was threatening to react.

(If I get hard here, I’d have no right to complain if someone called the cops.)

While Naoto wrestled with his inner thoughts, the women standing nearby were busy snapping rapid-fire photos of him with their smartphones—using silent camera apps.

“Look at him… gently watching over her sleeping face…”

“I can’t believe there’s a boy who would lend his shoulder to a girl so defenselessly…”

“Wait… isn’t his crotch kind of bulging? No way—he’s not getting turned on just because a girl is close, right? …No, no, guys like that only exist in stories…”

“Is this heaven? Did I die and end up in heaven!?”

…

“…Finally here. Man, I’m exhausted…”

The train arrived at the station closest to the school.

The light-purple-haired girl beside him looked like she had woken up partway through the ride, but she kept resting her head on Naoto’s shoulder with her eyes closed until the very last moment.

The chestnut-haired girl clutching his clothes also held on the entire time, right up until Naoto got off the train.

Naoto, who normally had almost no contact with girls, felt like he’d hit the jackpot—but at the same time, he was hit with a kind of mental exhaustion he’d never experienced before.

Even after waiting in front of the station, everyone passing by was still a girl.

The few rare men he finally spotted wore sour expressions, heavily guarded by several women at their sides.

(…This is strange. Something is fundamentally wrong.)

“…Still, those guys are late.”

Even five minutes past the meeting time, neither of them showed up.

Feeling uneasy, Naoto opened the messaging app “MINE” to contact Yamada and the others.

“…Huh?”

His finger froze.

The group chat he always used—their usual three-guy chat—was completely gone.

No matter how far back he searched, he couldn’t even find the names Yamada or Takahashi.

A connection issue? Or maybe—

“…Well, whatever. Maybe they went to school ahead of me.”

Still carrying that unease, Naoto walked through the front gate of the high school.

The moment he did, a woman suddenly rushed out from the gate’s shadow.

“Oh my! You must be the new male student, Naoto-kun, right!? Hurry, this way!”

The woman forcefully pulling him by the arm was one of the school’s teachers.

She had softly waved light-pink hair and gentle, drooping eyes that gave off a calm, kind impression.

And more than anything else, her violently large breasts bounced heavily with every step, stretching her white blouse as if it might burst.

A small glossy beauty mark at the corner of her lips only added to her dangerously alluring charm.

“Uh, um… Sensei? Your arm is kind of—”

“Oh my, sorry about that. But if we don’t hurry, you’ll end up surrounded by the girls, and that would be a real problem.”

Half-dragged along by the beautiful, busty teacher, Naoto was led into a room so luxurious it looked more like a hotel suite than a school facility.

A fluffy sofa.

And tea served by a girl dressed like a personal maid—actually a female student in maid-like attire.

(…This is weird. Yamada and Takahashi aren’t here. …More than that, I haven’t heard a single male voice since earlier, have I?)

Naoto knew this high school had only recently become co-ed.

But even so… something felt deeply off.

With unease gnawing at him, he was guided toward the gymnasium for the entrance ceremony.

“Now entering—our new male student!!”

The female teacher shouted at the top of her lungs.

The moment the heavy doors swung open, what hit Naoto’s ears was—a roar, as if the ground itself were shaking.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!!”

“It’s real!! A real boy!!”

“He’s so cute!! He looks unbelievably gentle!!!”

Naoto froze.

The vast gym was packed with hundreds of female students.

On the stage stood over twenty female teachers lined up neatly.

And among the rows of carefully arranged folding chairs—

There was only one seat.

A lavish chair decorated in gold sat in the center of the front row, looking more like a throne than a school chair.

(…You’ve gotta be kidding me.)

No matter where he looked, there wasn’t a single short-haired student wearing the same uniform as him.

No middle school friends. No boys from other schools.

Not even the shadow of another male.

The principal gripped the microphone, her voice trembling with emotion.

“…Everyone. At last—at long last—our school has been blessed with a miracle made flesh… One male student has enrolled!”

(…So it really is like this. Yamada and Takahashi… they don’t exist in this world.)

The vanished MINE group chat.

A town filled with nothing but impossibly beautiful women and lust-filled gazes.

And now—being treated as the only male student.

Everything lined up far too perfectly wrong.

(This isn’t the Japan I know. …I’ve wandered into a parallel world where both the gender ratio and ideas about chastity are completely broken…!)

Cold sweat ran down Naoto’s back.

And yet, deep inside, he could feel the “monkey” within him cheering in delight.

The beautiful women and cute girls before him stared with gazes far too intense—hungry, even.

(…So that means every beautiful girl at this school is aiming for me…? …This world is amazing!!)

And so began Naoto’s unprecedented harem life—a life born from a mix of genuine kindness and not-so-pure intentions.